Very... Simulating

My first class was the First-year's University & Community Knowledge (FUCK) class in Airi Hall. This one-credit course was designed to introduce us to the university's rules, procedures, and resources. Unlike most of my classes at Falika, it was surprisingly co-ed. The professor mentioned something about our university blazer colors being divided by sex: Sissies wear baby blue, Breeders wear pink, and Futas wear purple. The teacher covered other topics, but I can't remember any of them. I genuinely tried to stay focused, I really did, but I was just so zoned out because of... you know... earlier. Class ended with a visit to the Sexual Health Resource Center next door.

The walls were adorned with posters promoting safe sex practices, contraceptive methods, and information on various sexual techniques. In the center of the room stood multiple giant display cases filled with every type of sex toy imaginable. I could hear the throbbing of hard cocks and subtle plops of pussies dripping with anticipation. My classmates talked about sex so candidly. In all my years in Baulen, I've never heard anyone talk like that in public around strangers.

"Hmmm... I wonder what kind of vibrator would suit me best? Or perhaps a nice thick dildo... Nah, you should probably get a cute onahole. Yeah, that sounds perfect. Are the outfits rentable too? To be honest, any hole will do. I just need something to release all my stress into."

A fleshy pink toy on the shelf above caught my eye. It was an anal onahole. The anus looked so innocent... so pure... untouched. I-I'm not really interested in renting a sex toy right now.

The rest of my classes today were fairly straightforward, mostly syllabus introductions. Intro to Family Care gave a lesson on how to pump and store breast milk, even providing a kit. Sex Ed showered us with condoms, contraceptions, creams, and other care items. However, Financial Planning proved to be far more challenging.

The classroom was comprised of mainly sissies with a few breeders. Professor Uzuki, also a sissy, had long, wavy chestnut hair, dark eyes, and a small but noticeable bust.

"Class, in education we often think of the life of the diminutive sexes as simple. Cleaning, cooking, caring for kids, and... cumming." Uzuki said with a sultry look in her eyes.

The whole class giggled.

"But your holes aren't the only thing you'll have to stretch. You will also have to stretch budgets. I know many of you will get bound to a futa with a well paying job right out of university, but who'll see to it that the pantry is full, the children clothed, and the roof secure? Your futa? Like with cum, money gushes into one end and dribbles out over the floor."

That got a laugh out of me.

"Your futa, bless her industrious heart, brings in the coins, the lifeblood of this domain. But who, my dears, ensures that coin is spent wisely? You. You control the purse strings. We monosex control 85% of consumer spending in the Empire. Numbers can seem like a foreign language. But fear not! We shall learn together, step by step. Now, who here can tell me the difference between debit and credit?"

From there, we delved headfirst into multiple financial concepts: spreadsheets, the 50/30/20 budget, the envelope method. My mind was spinning.

"...And that's why it stops you from overspending," Professor Uzuki concluded with a knowing nod. "I've seen many a family crumble under the weight of financial mismanagement of a futa thrusting out her beautiful brain and thinking with her, equally beautiful but not as smart, cock. I'm certain you've seen the stories about futas spending a fortune to buy one of those new sexbots."

Everyone but me murmured in agreement.

"Perfect. In collaboration with the theater department, we've created a case study video based on these stories."

With a click, she dimmed the lights and a video flickered to life on the whiteboard.

---

The Moneypot

by Anna Collenberg

A narrator introduced us to Anna Honour, a futanari software engineer who earns $120,000 per year. Despite her good income, she has significant financial responsibilities: two young children, her sissy, her pregnant breeder expecting their third child, a mortgage, and other household expenses. Unable to mate with her female, Anna relies on her sissy to meet her needs during these long months. Sadly, the male is a little too... sensitive and can't keep up with her futa's grueling routine. If only she had a open receptacle who could work tirelessly day and night.

On her birthday, after a long day at work, Anna and her best friend Chelsea cruised up to the local Lovelace dealership.

"This is your day, Anna," Chelsea declared with a grin."Treat yourself! Say it! Treat yourself! I wont stop until you say it."

"Alright, alright, you win," Anna chuckled, a spark of excitement flickering in her eyes. "I'll treat myself."

Inside, a saleswoman named Kimbra greeted them. She guided them through the sleek showroom, pointing out the various models and their features.

"This one just arrived today. Care to take a peek?" Kimbra asked, stopping by a sexbot in a clear chamber. "The Model SeX, our newest premium bot."

"Sure."

The glass slid open and the sexbot walked out.

Its white-grayish skin gave it an almost ethereal appearance. The bot's big, expressive eyes were citrus yellow. Its jet black bob cut hair had a bold ruby streak running through it. The nipples on its bountiful bubbly breast and leathery labia lips where obsidian. Perfection... possibly better than a human.

"Her snatch is equipped with the brand new advanced synthetic integumentary system," Kimbra said with hands gesturing to its crotch."The shape-memory alloys respond to electrical stimuli, allowing the Model SeX to adapt its structure dynamically to her mistress needs."

The Model SeX demonstrated this feature by morphing its pussy in various ways: from fat folds with a big clit to a small and neat labia with a hymen. It then grew a fat cock, changed its shape to a horse cock, and sprouted pubic hair all over before returning back to its default shape.

"And that's not just it," Kendra continued, cupping its jaw."Her mouth can reach -100 kilopascals of airtight suction in just 1.4 seconds. Trust me. You've never had a blowjob like it before."

Anna's eyes widened. "That's incredible."

"Want to take it for a spin?" Kimbra asked, holding out the remote.

Anna hesitated for a moment, then looked at Chelsea. Chelsea grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Go for it!"

She whipped out her cock.

"Salutations, Mistress," said the Model SeX. "What style would you like your fellatio in."

"Uh... surprise me?"

"Certainly, tell me when to engaged."

Anna slid her cock into the bot's mouth. The ribbed texture interior gripped her like a glove. She took a deep breath, and said, "Start." The sexbot come to life. The suction was smooth, fast, and powerful. Her cock thrashed and writhed, a desperately fighting against an invisible current. Anna couldn't help but laugh in delight. The dick, contorted and stretched, pulsed against the soft nanotech skin like a trapped alien creature. A frantic dance of rapid ripples of suction tugged her foreskin. From the outside, the bot's mouth bulged in an obscene parody.

"How does it feel?" Chelsea asked.

"I-Its amazing," Anna replied, her voice filled with awe. "It's like nothing I've ever been sucked by before."

With each thrust of Anna's hips, the sexbot responded with equal ****.

I saw the motors in its throat gulping her deeper and deeper into the fleshy cavern. Hearts danced in Anna's eyes as her tongue swings wildly. Her balls contracted. She's about to...

Immediately, the robot stopped sucking and ejected her diamond hard cock.

"Emission phase reached," the Model SeX responded coldly. "Your fellatio demo is over."

A deep sorrow darkened Anna's eyes. I could see her cock run limp as her balls slumped down, overburden with unspent semen.

"So, are you ready to change your life." Kimbra smiled, revealing perfectly aligned teeth.

"H-Huh, what?" stammered Anna, still reeling from the trapped pleasure in her pants.

Kimbra gestured at the Model SeX. "With this beauty here, you won't have to worry about being alone or unfulfilled anymore. Imagine not having to ask that bad sissy for relief; imagine focusing on work without distractions. This is the future of companionship, and we're proud to offer it to you."

"My sissy's not bad... per se," Anna rambled. "...And the SeX cost $100,000!"

"But Anna, you're gonna be helping the environment," Kimbra pointed out. "You've heard about the population crisis right? Were all trying to cut down on breeding."

"That's a fair point. I do want to help the environment."

"And its not just you helping the environment. Think about how many viewers you'll encourage to get a Model QT when it's priced at $33,000. Imagine the impact you'll make if we put 10 more bots on cocks."

"Viewers?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kimbra said with feigned surprise. "I thought someone with a beautiful body like yours had to be a camstar."

Anna blushed, her cheeks turning a vivid cadmium red. She always wondered, but no one had ever complimented her like this before, not even her bounded breeder and sissy. "W-wow... I’m a... Wow!" she stuttered. "B-but it still costs $100,000."

"Think of it as an investment, we are eventually going to launch a RedLite app competitor that's entirely self-whoring. Eva saying one year, I think it's gonna be two years. While you're working at your job you can have your Model SeX work the streets or handle outcall from clients seeking an escort. You could earn another $30,000 a year in income while you're working, while you're sleeping!"

"Really?" Anna's eyes widened as she listened, her mind racing with possibilities. "I never thought about it that way. B-but it's still out of my range."

"Don't forget, there are always financing options..." Kendra said with a playful wink. "And for someone as stunning as you, I’m sure we can find a way to make it work."

Kendra gently caressed Anna's ass, making her face turn crimson as she grasped the implication. Anna's eyes jotted to the floor contemplating her next actions.

Anna glanced back at Chelsea, who gave her a supportive smile. She knew her friend was right. She couldn't keep living like this, denying herself the pleasure she deserved.

"I-I'll do it."

Kendra guided Anna and the Model SeX into her office to work out the... finer points of the financing. There was an empress-size bed in the corner. The sexbot stripped Anna of her clothes, meticulously folding her garments into a neat bundle.

"I'm so happy you decided to purchase me, mistress," the bot purrs as it lays its back on the bed. Her chiseled legs spread wide apart revealing a well oiled coriaceous cunt just drooling for cock. "Enjoy me, mistress. I'm all yours now."

"It's... beautiful." Anna breathed, her eyes glued to the robot's pitch-black pussy. The Model SeX's space gray skin glistened under the dim light. She couldn't help but feel aroused by the thought of owning something so perfect, so obedient. Anna dipped her hard needy cock deep into the waiting embrace of the Model SeX's pussy. The vagina gripped the head and dragged the entire length inside, instantaneously reshaping itself to achieve maximal compatibility with the entirety of the penis: bulb shape, span, veins, heat, musk, and even the slight curvature of the rod.

The robot's hands ran up her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples, recording information until they wrapped around the futa's clammy back. Anna bestially bucked her hips into its shock absorbing ass. Each thrust is stored as kinetic energy and converted into electrical pulses. A series of delicate pulses flowed from its fingers, now situated on the back of Anna's neck to her spinal cord. The warm and tingling wave cascaded down her back and out along every nerve ending in her body, making her whole being shudder and writhe with pleasure. Its a feedback loop. The harder Anna pounded, the more powerful the sexbot pulsed.

Zip!

Kendra, who had been watching the two intently, unzipped her pants and whiped out her own throbbing cock.

"At Lovelace, Inc., we strive to provide unparalleled service to our customers by consistently anticipating and exceeding their needs," she said, her voice silky and flirtatious. She leaned in closer to Anna's back, her breath warm against Anna's ear. "But I'm here to make sure you get exactly what you desire."

Kendra glided her cock through Anna's dripping beef curtains before hitting her ballsack.

"Do you like that? Or... do you like this?"

Kendra now drenched rod made a B-line to Anna's rosebud.

Anna shocked expression said it all. "How did she know?"

"I can always tell when a customer likes getting fucked in the ass." Kendra grinned wickedly as she slid her thick cock past Anna's tight ring of muscle.

Groans escaped her lips as Kimbra's cock filled her completely, stretching her in ways she only fantasized. And just like that, Anna lost control of the situation. Her thrusts were no longer her own; they had become nothing more than an extension of Kendra's more powerful piston. This only intensified the sexbot's pulses, its mechanical hands kneading her flesh into something more pliant. She moaned and writhed between them both, lost in a haze of pleasure as her body was used and possessed. She might be buying a sexbot, but Anna is the only sextoy in the room.

The symphony of screeches, slaps, sweat, and strong scents would make any bystander think they're in a zoo. Kendra thrust deeper than ever before. Pressure built up inside Anna as her prostrate was crashed into over and over. With a loud cry, Kendra came, filling her with scalding hot seed. Simultaneously, Anna orgasmed, her own climax triggering one final pulse from the sexbot. The massive influx of electrical currents made her spasm uncontrollably, bucking wildly underneath them both as waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Foaming at the mouth while fornicating. Finally, the shocks lulled.

Panting heavily, Kendra pulled out, leaving a string of cum trailing across Anna's ass. The sexbot released its grip on her neck, allowing her to collapse onto the bed, spent and satiated.

"I... I think I might be in love with you." She giggled softly before passing out.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you too," Kendra said while zipping up her pants. "SeX, print out the receipt."

"Yes, mistress."

And with that Kendra left the room. A long strip of paper emerged out of the robot's pursed lips.

"Thank you for your purchase," the robot said in a pleasant, modulated tone. "If you have any questions or need further assistance, please don't hesitate to ask."

"w-wha..." Anna huffed, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. Post-nut clarity hit her like a truck. She looked down at the long, narrow piece of paper, her hands trembling.

"I just put myself a hundred thousand dollars in debt..." she whimpered softly. "At 25% APR. That's $2,500 a month! And look at all these surcharges: processing fees, service charges, SIN etching. They even charged me for... I-I PAID to get fucked in the ass! Why did I do this?"

Anna glanced over at the sexbot. Its beautiful, yet expressionless face seemed uncaring, almost cold.

"For someone passionate about their fetishes, the cost doesn't matter as much as the pleasure they will derive," the Model SeX responded in a canned, corporate tone. "Statistically, you'll pay it back... someday. But until then, enjoy possessing your new toy. Do you want to name it?"

That's what Anna wanted to hear, but not what she needed to hear.

"I'm such an idiot!" she cried in despair, her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. I have a newborn on the way. What am I going to do?"

"Mistress Susan Idiot, would you prefer me to use the full name or just the surname?"

---

As the video ended, Professor Uzuki switched on the lights with a click. "What did you think, class"

The short film drilled its way deep to my core, and I can't pinpoint exactly why.

The professor handed out Anna's family budget sheet for us to evaluate, adjust, and revise. It seemed like an impossible jigsaw puzzle, with each piece interlocking and affecting every other part in ways I couldn't even begin to understand.

"Ms. Bottoms," Professor Uzuki asked, her gaze piercing yet encouraging. "How would you balance this budget?"

A tear trickled down my cheek. I didn't want to fail. Not again. I needed to find a way through this mess.

I wiped my tear away and took another deep breath. "It... its the sissy fault for n-not satisfying her mistress desires during the tumultuous time of pregnancy. Anna would have never bought the sexbot if the sissy could handle her dick. I think the sissy should take up prostitution to cover the monthly payments."

Professor Uzuki raised one eyebrow at my answer. "How will she find time to streetwalk when she needs to cook, clean, and care for the kids? Do you think the breeder is going to do it?"

The breeders in the back giggled.

"I-I..."

"It may often seem like giving a futa what she wants is the right choice," Professor Uzuki said, her voice softening, "but you should also keep in mind what she needs. Does anyone else want to give it a shot?

As the giggles subsided, a girl sitting next to me raised her hand. A bit on the shorter side, she had velvety dark roast skin, a B-sized bust, almond brown eyes, and a cloud of kinky curls. Her confidence and calm demeanor commanded the room's attention.

"There are some areas where Anna can cut costs without compromising essential needs," she began, her voice steady. "One major unnecessary expense is subscription services. She's subscribed to multiple adult content creators... reducing dining out and opting for home-cooked meals would cut costs further. All these adjustments combined could save Anna around $1,650 a month, which would significantly help manage her debt and prepare for the baby's arrival. And that's without exploring other options like refinancing the loan."

The room was silent.

"Excellent work, Ms. Wood," Professor Uzuki nodded, clearly impressed. "You've provided a comprehensive and practical solution. This is exactly the kind of critical thinking we need."

The professor wrapped up class by assigning homework: a budgeted grocery shopping trip with our roommates before the next session.

"Make sure to focus on the essentials," she emphasized. "Keep indulgences to a minimum."

It seemed easy enough, but it reminded me of... her. Back then, was I just... catering to her desires while neglecting her actual needs?